Xiaowu's scimitar is wider and tougher, and it is also a well-established weapon. Compared with the long sword he made casually, it naturally has an advantage at this juncture.
At the beginning, he gave part of his true energy to the blade to ensure that it would not break. But now that his own energy is about to dry up, I am afraid that what he is about to face is his own disadvantage.
Xiaowu also felt Fu Yunge's shortcomings during the battle. He focused on attacking Fu Yunge's sword, also considering this.
The battle between the two is extremely thrilling. Once one of them loses his weapon, it basically means victory or defeat, life or death.
Therefore, the two of them became increasingly aware that the war situation had become a foregone conclusion. How could there be any other situation that could turn the war situation around?
Fu Yunge was anxious. He had to find a way, and he also needed to be completely calm.
He couldn't mess up his position, let alone let Xiao Wu see through the fact that his energy was about to be exhausted.
Beads of sweat as big as carob beads slid down his forehead, hanging on his eyelashes, and were quickly evaporated by the hot body temperature.
But Xiaowu's power is about to be exhausted. Seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, he finally decided to take a desperate move!
He blocked Fu Yunge's sword, his eyebrows were sharp, he gathered the remaining energy, and wanted to use it all in one move, one move that could mean life or death!
The edge of the scimitar flickered like a star falling in front of Fu Yunge.
On the other side, the battle between Lang Chenyan and Yu Zichai destroyed the cliff, and the ground seemed to have fallen into a big pit. The two were now standing on the top of a tall tree on the cliff, standing looking at each other.
In anger, Lang Chenyan has completely recovered to the level of the past, and is even better than before.
The night wind blew and danced messily between the two of them. Their clothes were already in tatters with dirty strips of cloth hanging down, but their two pairs of red eyes were still tireless.
Yu Zichai was equally angry because his poisonous gas had penetrated Lang Chenyan's body, but he could still hold on until now.
Moreover, his power is still endless. It shouldn't be like this. He is obviously blessed with medicinal effects, but he still can't defeat the bloodthirsty wolf in front of him?
He is missing an arm, which is his biggest flaw. And this flaw comes precisely from Lang Chenyan.
His rage is complex, but seems to melt into a simple desire to kill. As long as Lang Chenyan is killed, his hatred will be calmed.
The evil sword has shown signs of destruction. The green light gradually dimmed, and the twisted sword blade was already covered with peck marks. He knew that he and his weapons were running out of gas, so he had to take down Lang Chenyan as soon as possible.
Lang Chenyan stared, almost losing his grip on the Lone Wolf Dao in his hand.
Since just now, he has been struggling to survive. The toxins began to explode with the spurt of true energy, and the sea of Qi was about to be exhausted, so the situation in his body was extremely critical.
But it's not over yet. He hasn't personally cut off Yu Zichai's head yet. Even if his strength is on the verge of exhaustion, he will hold on until the last moment.
He just thought of the stone statues buried in Yuannan Shuiguo, and it flashed by him.
That's right. He has no worries anymore. If this battle is fought happily and brilliantly, even if this body is used, there will be no hesitation.
Almost at the same time, the two of them made up their minds to fight to the death.
Almost at the same time, two sharp edges flashed instantly, making a bright interlacing sound in the dark sky.
On the top of Lanyun Pavilion, the fiercest battle was taking place, waving fluent light like a flying shuttle.
Xiao Wanhu and Yinggui, their solidified fighting spirit was revealed in the brilliance of their moves. The golden light shines through the blazing black flames, splitting the tables and chairs on all sides in the blink of an eye, like a flying dragon, and the wind is flowing.
"You still have the energy to fight me."
Xiao Wanhu's voice came from nowhere, and his eyes were filled with light and he couldn't even see the direction of his killer move.
Ying Gu had been avoiding his attacks in embarrassment just now, trying not to confront him head-on. But Xiao Wanhu's Tongxiang was so pervasive that even if he dodged in every possible way, it was still difficult to guard against it.
"Stop running, I'm so tired." Xiao Wanhu's lazy voice sounded again, and at the same time, it followed closely, with a strong sense of oppression, like a long river of power!
Ying Ku put his hands behind him to defend himself. The noisy black flames burned his wind robe, but fortunately, a barrier was opened to resist Xiao Wanhu's moves.
"Who are you?" Shadow Bones rolled on the ground to avoid the shock of the aftermath, and shouted at the same time as he stood up.
He seemed to have some impression of such moves and weapons, but they were definitely not Confucian style.
But Xiao Wanhu obviously had no interest in telling him. Before he could finish his words, Tongxiang once again drew the golden light, and there was no time to speak.
"Oh, I... am the one who wants your life." He said in a nonchalant tone.
Ying Gu was extremely annoyed. Seeing the moves coming at him, he immediately stopped dodging and unleashed his huge power, hoping to show him the dignity of the Jiu Che Xiao Shadow Flag Envoy!
"Death Knell·Black Candle Ember——"
Overdrawing all the strength in his body, black flames peeled off his meridians and burst out, immediately breaking through the bricks and tiles on the roof, rushing straight up, and gathering into a group of purple-black skeletons in the air.
Xiao Wanhu's moves were sweeping, but he obviously didn't expect Ying Kui's desperate determination. The golden light instantly became much dimmer, and blazing black flames rolled down, swallowing up the golden light and rushing towards Xiao Wanhu!
When his black flame passed by, the beams and tiles on the roof were uncovered one after another, and they fell towards Sir Lan Yun, shaking like rain.
The ground rumbled, and the air was followed by an unpleasant burning smell. The dark shadow in front of Xiao Wanhu's eyes suddenly appeared, seemingly leaving no chance for him to survive.
